Empire has just seen Quentin Tarantino's eagerly-awaited WWII flick, Inglourious Basterds, and it's rather brilliant. Every bit as idiosyncratic as the spelling of its title, it's a wonderfully-acted movie that subverts expectation at every turn. And it may represent the most confident, audacious writing and directing of QT's career. Forget what you think you know is such a cliché, but here it more than applies... It’s an action movie that has barely any action. The Basterds themselves, including Brad Pitt’s Lt. Aldo Raine, are off-screen for long periods of time. And it takes wild liberties with history... This is a fairytale world, in which American soldiers can ghost behind enemy lines, scalp hundreds of Nazis and never get caught. And in which… no, we won’t go there. Not yet. But the ending is so thrillingly audacious that this reporter laughed out loud when it happened. Even when, having read the script, I knew it was coming... There are flaws, of course – what film doesn’t have flaws? But they may be exaggerated depending on your feelings about Tarantino.

My sister-in-laws mother used to see ghosts walking through walls in her Texas house. Unfortunately no one except her could see them. She sees those ghosts wearing army uniforms. She even hears the shooting sounds.

My sister-in-laws mother used to see ghosts walking through walls in her Texas house. Unfortunately no one except her could see them. She sees those ghosts wearing army uniforms. She even hears the shooting sounds.